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... me out quietly, nearly dispassionate, but each syllable landed with a weight she could not ignore. He did not raise his voice, never needed to. It was simply a statement of inevitability, offered in the same matter-of-fact tone he used to correct her stance or point out a flaw in her strategy.
Her throat tightened. She hated the way the possibility of him not being there made her chest twinge. The idea that Draven—this maddening, brilliant, insufferable professor—could one day vanish fro ...
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